Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
the Association,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.